I think of you
my lost love.
Do you think of me
the way I think of you?

But no.
You couldn´t.
I was never love to you.
Love never was
and one doesn´t think about
what isn´t.

And not to be
is to be nothing.

It´s not lost.
It never was.
It´s nothing.
But it was something
for me.

Unlove.
My lost unlove.